We were in Texas a few weeks ago…
Personal family reasons took us there for a week. It was mid-80’s. Hot. Muggy. No mountains!!! We fell into our old routine of being shade hoppers – looking for shade to stand under, and to park under. Too often the large parking lots had no trees. The rent car had a key-less fob that you used to unlock the doors and then, as long as it’s within proximity, you simply put your foot on the brake and press a start button… I always thought the car would turn off if you walked too far away, but as “luck” would have it, the car was still running with a cool cab awaiting us! That car ran so quiet I could not tell it was still running as we walked away.
Quiet! I remember loud motors from older cars (and my truck), tractors, big trucks, mowers and just about anything that combusted. But these modern cars are whisper quiet. And we did not even catch on.
Friday, I took a few hours to escape my normal quiet routine and hit the road for a couple of hours of drive time. Out to the freeway and then south for a 100 miles or so. Thinking and enjoying the quiet of the road noise. Yes. Road noise can be quiet, or it can be noisy!
For a brief moment I reminisced about driving in the quiet of a snow laden landscape. Tires crunching through fresh and unpacked snow. I thought about all the quiet experiences we’ve enjoyed, and I’ve thought about all the quiet places yet to visit. Those wonderful escapes from people and city noise.
Pure bliss is the enjoyment of quiet times. Away from the loud and brash and overly excitable. There is something about enjoying the moments of quiet…
All of this reminds me of a favorite poem by Robert Frost. Did you know he passed just 16 days past my 8th birthday? There was, and still is, something special about the way he commanded words to present in hushed and whispered ways. There are several favorite poems, but yesterday I thought about this particular story. He penned these words back in 1923 and I remember having to recite it in front of a class back in the elementary school days…
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Have you ever wished for peace and quiet to rest upon your neighborhood. Your city. Country. Even upon the earth? Isaiah speaks of a time like this.
“The whole earth is at rest and quiet…” (Isaiah 14:7 NKJV)
Just when you think the noise will settle down, another disruption raises its angry clamor. Just when you relax on the porch for an hour of quiet repose, that chattering hummingbird buzzes on the scene – not in a disruptive mode, but in a quiet mode you can enjoy. See. Noise can be a quiet interlude on the rumbling sounds of mankind.
The Apostle Paul gives us something to think about. Something to pray about. Maybe some good will come of it.
Therefore I exhort first of all that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks be made for all men, for kings and all who are in authority, that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and reverence. For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth. (1 Timothy 2:1-4 NKJV)
Pray for our world. Pray for our leaders. Pray with intercession. Give thanks for all men, for kings and presidents, and all in authority. Why? So that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life… Why? This is good and acceptable behavior to God.
Let’s pray. Every day. It’s important.